Slowly as if she wanted to think it through, the Blonde rolled back into the ring and there would attempt to get up on her feet, believing that Natasha would not be that agitated to actually jump her, despite the grin of her opponent and her resume."A little nervous cause the briefcase is on the line, huh? There is probably the main difference between us."

After a quick swing in the ropes to chase the last ring rust away before coming back in the middle of the ring, ready to start a run for one of the side ropes and a clothesline.

The ocean blue eyes of Natasha followed Anja as she slid back into the ring but the woman did not follow through with her implied threat to pounce on her, letting Anja get back to her feet and even loosen herself up a bit. The smart thing to do would have been to stomp on her the moment she slid underneath that bottom rope, she had even been planning on doing exactly that, however she decided against it at the last second as she realized it would have been cowardly of her, and Natasha wanted to win this on the same terms she had won her previous matches over her career.

"Believe that if you want." As Anja made her way back to the center of the ring Natasha stepped away from the ropes to meet her there, only for Anja to then take off for the edge of the ring. Bouncing off the ropes the blonde woman came running right at her with Natasha standing her ground, her knees bent and her arms out before her like she was going to try and catch the woman. She was waiting patiently however and at the last possible moment she leaped into the air, her body horizontal as she tried to plant both of her feet squarely in the middle of Anja's chest in a drop kick.

The short moment in which Anja was coming out of the ropes was indeed a costly one as Natasha had lunged forward and brought her down on her back with that dropkick like a chainsaw would cut down a tree.

"Uh!"She spat out while crashing on her back from that for her unexpected move. Surely a moment of panic for most people , and surprise was clearly visible on the face of the Blonde. She had been classically countered out at this point and now would probably have to pay the price for her big mouth as she had not been able to put her foot there where her mouth had put her in.

Natasha didn't often take to the air as she considered such moves to be too great of a risk in matches where a single mistake could cost one the match, but Heather had rubbed off on her during their time together and even showed her a few moves to add to her repertoire. Even so she only brought out such moves when she was sure it would make the greatest difference and with Anja charging right for her she felt such a perfect moment had presented itself. Her feet slammed into the woman's chest flattening Anja's breasts underneath them before she fell down to the mat, landing flat on her back with a groan as she paid the price for pulling off a drop kick like that.

She didn't have long to rest her now sore back however as even that wasn't going to keep Anja down for very long. Getting up onto her knees Natasha reaches out to grab Anja by one of her ankles, lifting the leg up as she stands before stepping over it and spinning around, bending the leg at the knee before reaching to pick up the woman;s other leg. If she could just get this far all Natasha had to do was to tuck Anja's foot behind her knee and step through, dropping down onto her back afterward to lock in a figure four leg lock. From there Natasha would use the heel of her foot to drag Anja's shorts down just enough to expose her sex, rubbing it firmly with her foot while keeping the pressure on with the leg hold.

After a really good and on top of that really unexpected hit from the drop kick, Anja was indeed dazed enough so that she could not really resist much against the submission hold that was forced upon her, first her legs were a little bit struggling but it was much too late and not enough effort to really stop the other girl from doing it anyway."Ah! No!"Anja gasped when at first the pain shoot through her spine and nervous system, only to be replaced by the feeling of the foot against her sex, which mixed pain with pleasure, causing the Blonde to yelp and twitch quickly in it.

Even with the recent change to the match rules, all thanks to the chance card drawn by the referee, a submission wasn't going to get Natasha the victory but that wasn't what she sought from this hold. She knew from experience she was going to have to weaken Anja first and a figure four was a great way to do just that while giving her nearly no chance at retaliating from within the hold itself. Once Natasha dropped down onto her back and locked in the figure four she knew she had an opportunity to pull ahead in a big way, she just had to keep herself focused on the task at hand and not let Anja break free too quickly.

She pressed the heel of her foot down hard against the woman's waist, rubbing her foot back and forth over the woman's covered sex, Anja's shorts sliding further downward with each pass until her sex was exposed to the warm air of the arena and Natasha's heel. Smiling she pressed her foot firmly down upon Anja's pussy, ceasing her up and down movements and instead rubbing in small circles, spreading the woman's labia wide as she worked her over.

Things seemed to get rougher and rougher for Anja who had a hard time following what had happened in the last minute when she felt how she was worked over to see that Natasha was about to hold her even more tight with that submission hold that provoked a raspy short laughter from the Blonde when it was fully locked in. All signs pointed to her having a longer time in that wicked move, so Anja would try to pull herself together as good as she could, while at the same time trying to get in a fist punch on one of the kneecaps of her opponent.

Natasha had used the figure four to great effect in many of her matches both during and before her time in the AFW, but she was quite certain Anja was the first woman to actually laugh after being placed into the submission hold. She had never doubted the blonde woman's toughness but that laugh surprised even her and it showed clearly on her face as she blinked at Anja, a stunned look in her eyes for a few moments until she felt that punch to her knee. Wincing from the pain shooting through her leg Natasha responded by thrusting her hips up off the mat, increasing the pressure on Anja's leg. At the same time she began rubbing the side of her foot over Anja's sex, sliding it between the woman's pussy lips with her small toe brushing up against her clit.

Although Natasha was doing a really good job in turning Anja on with her foot on her sex inside of the submission, clearly hearable at her unconscious gasps in the motions of the foot of the other girl, the blonde was about to work herself into a frenzy by the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure, and its alluring siren call. Maybe she should have tried to reach for the ropes too, but after what she had said to Natasha before, this did not seem to be a very good option for her.

So she would try to keep hitting on the knee for a few more times before attempting to crudely turn the move around on Natasha to make her ready for a Texas cloverleaf submission hold on her own. "NYA!"

Natasha glanced from Anja to the ropes a few times during the submission hold as they weren't too far away from the blonde woman, unsure why Anja wasn't trying to reach for them until she realized that would make her a bit of a hypocrite, having questioned Natasha doing just that not a few minutes prior. It didn't bother Natasha in the slightest as the longer she remained in this hold the greater the damage that was being inflicted, Anja not even trying to hide how much she was being turned on as she gasped from the ecstasy she was experiencing. Natasha knew from experienced Anja found pleasure alone almost insufficient, it had to be mixed with pain before she could truly enjoy it.

The french beauty winced as Anja kept attacking her knee and when she saw the woman trying to turn over she fought against her, turning her body in the opposite direction of Anja knowing the only thing she had to do in a figure four was make sure she didn't get turned over, or all the pressure would be on her leg instead. To counter Anja she tried to sit up, untangling her legs from Anja's as she did so in order to then grab the blonde by her waist and drag her towards her, Natasha crossing her ankles over the woman's neck as she would then lean down to run her tongue over Anja's moist labia.